Bimbo Beach, Part 2 [Sneak Peek] (Patreon)

Maria traveled the world as a freelance photographer, and had been hearing rumors of a mysteriously beautiful- yet undocumented beach in the pacific. Almost like a folk tale in her photography circle, the joke was that the beach was so captivating, you forget to pick up your camera- and another weird spinoff; that the beach was a secret 'Fountain of Youth', another claims 'Fountain of Beautification'- whatever that means. 

Channeling her inner investigative journalist, it was hard to dig through the chaff and actually find the beach. It was starting to feel like a complete fabrication, looking more a myth based off a braggarts tale than reality. Until Maria met the obnoxiously well endowed Sarah. Living out of her cozy looking van in an early retirement, Sarah looked like the product of some futuristic, flawless plastic surgery, or perverted genetic experimentation. It was hard to not notice her immense volume in the small cafe, and even harder when she invited herself into your conversation, having overheard your efforts. She told you about the beach that wasn't on any map, didn't have any google results, and invited strange behaviour when mentioned to locals. 

When Maria finally made it to the island, and followed Sarah's instructions through the brush, she was not disappointed. Water clear as glass quietly lapping onto a silk smooth, almost iridescently golden shore- with her photography experience, even an out of focus snapshot from her phone would be enough to spawn an article in National Geographic.

Truely captivated, she left her bags on the treeline and waded into the warm water. The air was sweet, like misted ambrosia- and the soft breeze was like an ephemeral felt sheet across her skin. Her steps felt sluggish through the shallow water, like her body was longing to stay in the ocean, soaking its beauty. Each footstep sunk deeper into cool, enveloping sand. Her reverie of tactile luxury was slowly being usurped by a nagging, binding of her stupid swimsuit. She really should have bought something for the occasion, she must have put on a couple pounds since last summer. Weird, how wading through the water is taking a curious amount effort.. and how come she's sinking almost to her calf with each step? Is this some sort of weird quick-sand?

Torn from her visual indulgence, she realized exactly what was going on. Her spritely journalist figure that easily climbed trees for the *perfect* shot, was distended and inflated beyond recognition. She still had a slim tummy, but below her navel her thighs ballooned out, further than her breasts even- obscuring two tightly swollen calves. Checking her behind, she was startled when her hands unexpectly slapped jello-ey flesh before they should have, when she was expecting so much more air before her butt even started. The resultant shockwaves reverberating through her new butt and thigh gave her a more true understanding of her new magnitude, and another feeling- the faintest sensation of.. swelling? 

She should be concerned, but the questioning-physics-and-biology part of her mind slowly fading quieter, as she felt new flesh slowly swell under her hands, straining her bikini further. Enchanted, she stood, bewitched under a new, perverted curiosity .. how much bigger can she grow?